Page 56 of Mated To The King's Gamma
I can’t stop the intense feeling building or the cries spilling from my lips as his tongue swirls and sucks my flesh. When the feeling grows, becoming too much, I grip his hair.
“Stop!” I shriek, feeling on the verge of combusting, like I’m going to wet myself or something. Gannon stops immediately.
“You don’t like it?” he asks as I try to catch my breath.
I shake my head. “No, it was just getting too intense,” I breathe. Gannon laughs, making me lift my head to look down at him.
“It’s supposed to feel like that, love,” he says.
Am I supposed to feel like wetting myself? Is he crazy?
“Let me; I’ll show you.”
I shake my head. He has gone mad. Does he want me to pee on him?
“Abbie, I can assure you whatever you are feeling or are currently too embarrassed to say is normal, it should feel like that,” he tells me. “And it gets better,” he tells me, making my eyebrows pinch.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod. I do trust him. I trust him with my life.
“Then you know I wouldn’t do anything to upset you.”
I nod, staring down at him as he lowers his face between my legs again, giving me the chance to pull away. Still, when I don’t, his mouth covers me again, and the feeling builds quickly, making me want to pull away as it climbs higher, making my muscles tense and quiver.
I pull away, and his hands grip my thighs. “Relax, love,” he mumbles against me when he starts purring. Only this time, his purr sounds different. It isn’t so much a sound but more of a feeling as it wakes some primal part of me I didn’t know existed. Forcing calm over me, and as soon as it does, my body turns to putty in his hands, making me realize it has to be the calling thing Azalea told me about.
Gannon’s mouth doesn’t let up when I reach some peak before an intense crescendo. My entire body tenses at the feeling before I crash and fall blindly into bliss.
My entire body spasms, my toes curl as it rocks through me in waves, and my inner walls flutter and pulsate, making me cry out as he slows, letting me ride out the intense pleasure that leaves my entire body exhausted and tingly.
When the feeling starts dissipating, I find myself breathless as Gannon crawls up my body before kissing me, his tongue delving between my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, making me groan into his mouth.
I wrap my legs around his waist, yet they feel so heavy they crash back onto the bed. Gannon chuckles, pecking my lips before staring down at me as I yawn, suddenly feeling sleepy.
Gannon kisses my cheek and moves to hop off me when I grip his shoulders. “Rest; we can do more later,” he tells me, but I shake my head. That doesn’t seem fair, and I know he’s aroused. I can feel his cock straining against his boxers as it presses against me.
“But—”
“I’m fine, Abbie,” he whispers, moving away when I wrap my arms around his neck.
“But I want to,” I tell him before yawning again.
“Go to sleep,” he laughs, but I refuse to let go, wanting to give him something. He sighs, settling his weight back against me.
“What do you want to do, then,” he asks, though it’s clear he isn’t going to have sex with me when my eyes fell to his neck. Before I can even suggest it, my canines slip free, protruding extremely fast, as an overwhelming desire to mark him washes over me.
The next second, they are in his neck, and he grunts. My eyes widen in shock as I feel them slip into his neck and through the muscle. I didn’t even ask. I almost choke as his blood floods into my mouth, coating my tongue. Panic courses through me as his hand tangles in my hair.
“Shh, you can mark me,” he whispers, and I seem to forget he can feel me through his mark on my neck. I relax when I swallow his blood, and it is like every nerve ending bursts in my body when the bond is forged. My entire body tingles, and my skin buzzes when overwhelming happiness floods me, bringing tears to my eyes when I realize it isn’t mine, but his.
22
I’m buzzing after Abbie has marked me. Relief floods me that she is officially mine and me hers. Making my way down to the king’s office, I grip the door handle. It feels like forever ago that we went over everything; we are no closer to knowing what is going on.
“How is Abbie?” Kyson asks me as I sit beside Damian; I can’t help the smug smirk that slips into place. I don’t have to say anything as his eyes notice my neck. He presses his lips in a line trying to hide his smile.
I clear my throat awkwardly. “Good, yep. Everything is good,” I chuckle.
“Azalea?” I ask, changing the subject.
